Looking Up at the Clouds

God's awe-inspiring gift, His sweet, merciful blessings - a rhyming poem.

Like a storm that drifts away,
My life of strength emerges.
Peace so tranquil soon will stay
As daylight welcomed, purges...

This love so splendid, from above,
Shall seek no darkened cover -
Heaven sent, this snowy dove,
We all shall soon discover.

Gliding forms, so neatly scattered,
Remind us of these pleasant days;
Doesn't faze what truly mattered,
God's unspoken, gifted ways!